Well
this has already been a strange sort of day.
I got dressed this morning and I thought,
'Sybill, you need to have a talk with your Inner Eye,' and then all of a sudden there I was, standing on Main Street and wearing a pair of polyester ski pants and an old Hawkeyes sweater (and I'm darn sure I wasn't wearing those clothes when I sat down to watch Matt Lauer this morning - and you know, now that I think about it, I'm pretty sure I didn't have a television before this morning either), and...where was I? Oh right, so when I looked around I was on Main Street in a small town called Fernald.
In
Iowa!
And you know, that was sort of funny, because Judy down there at the Country House Family Restaurant where I was having breakfast, she said something peculiar (and you know, I've been thinking that maybe Judy and I were friends in High School, except I don't see how that makes any sense because she was a cheerleader and I was...a witch?) - anyway, Judy, she said something about Fernald being right there at the geographic center of the state of Iowa.
Inner Iowa, you know, instead of an Inner Eye?
I laughed and laughed.
Although now that I think about it, maybe you had be there for it to be really funny.
I think I'll just sit quietly and finish my biscuits and sausage gravy until somebody comes for me.
Somebody will be coming for me, I'm sure of it.
I'm pretty sure I could have already seen who was coming in the tea leaves, except when I asked for 'proper tea' (as they say overseas) Judy said everybody knew the only kind of tea they'd ever had at the Country House Family Restaurant was Lipton's and
that came in bags, and then she gave me a strange look.
Maybe I'll just keep quiet about tea leaves for the time being.
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